carrying on

So, sunday night and I have returned to the city where I will work for the next 4 months to prove to myself that I have the guts to teach. I;m thinking it really has a lot to do with being able to mess up and still continue on, and then go back to work the next day with the hopes that you can forgive yourself for being human, infront of a group of ever-watching individuals.
I went to a friends wedding this weekend, not a close friend, but a person that I really admire. It was crazy. Very tradtional, with hints of modernity, in kind of a sad way. I'm going to dive into this emotion and see what comes of it: It is so weird how peopel reject tradition because they feel it confines them, and that it doesn't speak for them, and then they go about grasping at whatever kind of loose-fitting tradition will give them some assemblance of bing a part of the human race. Why do we want to deny the humanity in our selves? I think its great that people are kind of like people, and that we can count on each other to have similar wants, needs, hopes and experiences. Of course every one is unique- and complex- but that doesn't mean that much either! "Hey I'm 'unique' everyone!!! wow I feel so different, so special, because I'm unique!" whatever..... !
So, some of it was kind of sad. And I felt uncomfortable about some aspects, but at the same time it was great that these people were forging ahead with something they really cared about: they seemed to me to be really freagile and fresh for being so bloody sincere about all those boquets, rose petals, dresses, poems, and barfy love songs.

Max the bird went for a fly-about the house today. He was squakingalone in the living room, my mom was in the bathroom washing her hair (over the sink, cause she doesn't like to waste tub or shaower water) and then Max left the cage, flew the maze of the hallway and around the courner to find my mom. he sat on her back and then climbed to her shoulders and watched her blow dry her hair. Mom was toootally fascinated with his desire to relate to her. I said, well he does get lonely. She has a new found appreciattion for the old cramudgeon.

Granola-to-go is a pretty good blog, I've been enjoying the weather reports and the gormet produce descriptions.